The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 1

by Mia Harris

  As Stephanie looked up into his yellow eyes, the light in them faded until they were back to their usual hazel color. She couldn’t bear to leave the man in such suffering, and besides, only hours earlier she had been lusting over him, praying for this exact moment to come; the moment that Tate took her in his arms and begged her to be his.

  “You really want me?” she whispered.

  “Yes,” he said, the tone of his voice betraying his urgent need for her.

  “I want you too,” she replied.

  Tate’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

  “Really? I thought for sure that you would… never mind,” he growled, clenching his jaw and leaning in closer to her face.

  “What?” she asked breathlessly.

  “I never thought that a woman as smart and gorgeous as you would want someone like me,” he said, his face mere inches from hers.

  Stephanie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was as if he was completely unaware of the effect that a man like him had on women. No wonder he’s single. Now that her fears were slowly dissipating, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him even closer. He took the opportunity to move his mouth to her collarbone, nipping gently at the soft, bare skin, and Stephanie let out a soft cry.

  His warm mouth on her skin was sending a wildfire raging through her body, and she ran her hands through his curly hair, tugging on it until he pulled his head up.

  “Kiss me,” she said boldly.

  His eyes glowed yellow again as she spoke, and he pressed his lips to hers, immediately taking firm control as his tongue began to slide along her lips, hunting for a way into her mouth. She parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss, and then closed her eyes as his tongue greedily explored every inch of her mouth. Heat from his own mouth was slowly trickling into her body, and she hungrily entwined her tongue with his, returning the kiss in full force.

  She hadn’t been kissed like this in a long time and realized just how much she had been craving a man’s touch…. especially from a man that looked like Tate. Seconds before he broke the kiss, streams of heat began to flow through her body, surging up her spine and flooding her brain with the most intense desire that she had ever felt.

  Tate finally pulled away and looked down at her, his eyes hazel again. They darkened with arousal as he saw just how turned on she was, and he murmured into her ear.

  “Take me back to your house.”

  “No!” she said. “What if you shift again? I want to feel you in me right now, and then you’ll be able to control it, like you said. We can go back to my house any time.”

  He grinned.

  “You’re right. I guess this is why you’re a doctor. You’re the smart one.”

  With that, he kissed her again, and then slid his mouth down, kissing and nipping her neck and earlobes. Stephanie felt her nether regions beginning to throb with wanton need, and moaned softly. Even though she was now warm, goose bumps began to prickle up all over her arms and chest again, and she threw her head back and enjoyed his warm lips as they continued to plant soft kisses on her neck, letting out the occasional soft yelp as he gently nibbled her every once in a while.

  She craved more of his touch, and wanted him to give her everything that he had. Wrapping her arms around him, she ran her hands up and down his back before sliding them up into his shirt, sighing with delight as she felt his hard muscles.

  Tate moved one hand down and slowly trailed it over her dress, caressing the soft curves that lay beneath the fabric. His other hand slid underneath her, pulling her body slightly up off the ground and even closer towards him. As he supported her weight easily with that arm, the other continued to move over her hips and belly until it had reached her upper thighs.

  Stephanie nodded at him as she saw his eyes seeking permission, and then gasped as she felt his warm hand push the hem of her dress up so that it was bunched around her waist. Removing the arm that was around her waist, he lowered her gently back down to the ground, and she winced as she felt twigs and leaves digging into her bare thighs.

  Tate saw the look on her face and growled softly, tearing his shirt off and placing it under her. She smiled gratefully and ran her hands over his now-bare chest, marveling at the sight of it as it was bathed in the bright moonlight.

  Stephanie’s breathing was becoming fast and shallow, and her heart was beating crazily as he reached his hands up her legs, stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs before moving slowly upwards, getting higher and higher. When they had reached the sensitive line right at the edge of her panties, she squirmed, nearly giggling at the incredibly ticklish sensation as he stroked his fingers up and down.

  Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on fire as Tate slid two fingers into each side of the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, and when they were all the way off, she opened her legs, desperate for him to continue stroking and playing with her. The cool air hit the area between her legs, but she was burning with desire so much that she no longer felt the cold at all.

  He smiled and nudged her legs further apart before sinking down in front of her and propping himself up on his elbows. Then, he settled his mouth over her pink mound, and before she knew it, his tongue was moving up and down her warm slit, which was already glistening with her own moisture.

  He slid his tongue into her folds and licked all the way to the bottom, ever-so-slowly, before licking back upwards and settling on her clitoris. She gasped and writhed underneath him, almost unable to bear the amazing sensations that his mouth was causing deep within her core, and as Tate traced tantalizing circles over her throbbing nub, he moved one hand between her legs as well.

  Pressing a finger to her opening, he gently sucked on her clitoris before sliding the digit inside, feeling her slick, warm tightness and growling against her. The vibrations from his mouth sent a shudder through Stephanie’s body, and she gasped as he slid the finger in and out, bucking her hips forward and trying to pull him closer.

  His mouth continued to lick, suck and nibble between her legs until she felt as if she just might go insane, and she moaned as she felt an intense pressure building within her belly. Tate slid another finger inside and began to curl both digits inside her in a beckoning motion, and Stephanie suddenly felt as if she were being swept directly over a cliff by a warm wave of ecstasy.

  Gasping and whimpering as his hands and mouth continued to work away between her thighs, she slid her hands back into his hair and tugged on his dark curls.

  “Please, stop,” she said breathlessly. “That’s enough.”

  He looked up at her with a devilish grin.

  “No it’s not. That’s only the beginning, sweetheart,” he growled.

  Dragging himself back up on top of her, he pressed his lips to hers again, and Stephanie could taste herself on him as they hungrily explored each other’s mouths once more. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. Only a few hours earlier, she had been fantasizing about this man, and now he was right here between her legs. It didn’t matter that he had been turned into a werewolf the night before; she didn’t care anymore. All that mattered to her now was how he was making her feel – sensual, sexy and incredibly desired.

  As their tongues entwined, Tate reached his hands to the straps of her dress, yanking them down over her shoulders and then breaking the kiss. Her full breasts were nestled in a pink cotton bra, and for a second Stephanie felt embarrassed that she wasn’t wearing something sexier, or something that had at least matched her panties.

  He didn’t seem to care, though, and his eyes blazed with desire as they lingered over her cleavage. Pulling the cups down, he squeezed her breasts and then gently pinched and twisted her nipples, sending wild jolts of electricity bursting through her veins.

  “Please,” she said. “I need you inside me, now!”

  She could feel his hard cock brushing up against her thighs as he began to grind his hips against hers, and he gave her a wolfish grin as he reached down and unzipped his pants.<
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  “I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he growled, tugging his underwear aside and pressing the bulbous head of his cock right up to her slick opening.

  Stephanie let out a soft moan of anticipation as she felt him poking at her entrance, and seconds later he pushed inside her, closing his eyes and groaning as her hot tightness swallowed him up. Using her muscles, Stephanie squeezed and released his cock as he began to thrust in and out of her, and then instinctively arched her back, moving her hips in a rhythm with his.

  She hadn’t had any idea that it would feel this good, but with each and every thrust inside her, she felt as if fireworks were exploding at the end of every single one of her nerves. Reaching her hands around to his back, she raked her nails up and down his hard muscles, and then moved them down further, grabbing his taut behind and pulling him into her as deep as she could.

  Tate sped up his movements inside her, and then began to move his hips in a semi-circular motion, hitting parts of Stephanie that she hadn’t even known she had. When he slid a hand between their writhing, sweaty bodies and began to rub the still-sensitive nub of her clitoris, Stephanie was lost. Her legs began to quiver uncontrollably, and she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out as another orgasm swept through her.

  Her head was spinning with pleasure, and her entire body seemed to have been set ablaze from within. Tate was thrusting into her with wild abandon now, and she opened her eyes and watched him as he moved back and forth, punctuating each thrust with a deep growl.

  Without warning, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, and then dragged her on top of him. She happily straddled him and lowered herself back onto his cock, digging her nails into the tight muscles of his chest and abdomen as she bounced herself up and down.

  Tate began to groan underneath her, and she smiled at him before leaning back and placing her hands on his shins, using them for support as she began to slide her hips back and forth. She loved how full she felt in this position, and gasped with delight as he stuck one of his thumbs into her mouth.

  After she had sucked it, he pulled the thumb away and pressed it back down to her clitoris, rubbing it with delicate precision until she exploded on top of him again. As she came, he reached up and grabbed her breasts again, pulling her bra cups back down and then pulling her chest forward to meet his.

  At this new angle, he could thrust in and out of her while their groins and hips rubbed up against each other, and only seconds later, Stephanie screamed with pleasure as yet another wave of warmth surged through her, flooding her mind and body with pure wanton ecstasy.

  As the powerful contractions continued to shake her core, Tate grabbed her ass and continued to move her back and forth on his cock. Moments later, he groaned loudly and shuddered, and Stephanie felt a warm wetness filling her up as he came deep inside her.

  Completely spent, she rolled off him and lay on the ground, not even caring that a pile of twigs was digging into her, and when she had finally caught her breath, she propped herself up on her elbows and pulled the straps of her dress back over her shoulders.

  “Where are my panties?” she asked, hunting around for them.

  Tate pulled her back down to the ground and wrapped his strong arms around her, enveloping her in a tight hug.

  “Who cares?” he growled. “Didn’t you say we could go back to your house anyway?”

  “You’re right,” she said. “It’s only a few minutes away. I’m sure no one will notice my disheveled, panty-less state.”

  “So I gather that means you do want me to come with you?” he said.

  “Of course,” she said. “I want you to do what you just did to me over and over, and never stop.”

  Tate gave her a wolfish grin.

  “Well, you’re in luck, Doc. I’ve noticed that one of the upsides about being a werewolf is that I have a lot more strength and energy than I used to.”

  Stephanie grinned back at him as they stood up and dusted themselves off before heading to her house. Whether he was a werewolf or not, she couldn’t deny that she had found herself the perfect man, and from what Tate had said, he obviously found her to be the perfect mate for his new-found werewolf status. While she had already liked Loupeaux Bridge, her future in the country town was looking brighter and brighter with each step that they took. They weren’t just walking back to her house, but towards a new life together.

  ***

  Drinks With The Werewolf

  By Mia Harris

  Leah Harrison picked up the cocktail glass in front of her, tipped it back and finished her first drink for the night before ordering another. Her best friend, James Wellington, sat across from her at the small table and flicked through images on his digital camera. He was an avid photographer, always wanting to capture every moment, and in the last three days he had taken over one thousand pictures.

  He was actually a geologist by profession, but preferred traveling around and exploring the world, as did Leah. She had studied anthropology at university, and had insisted that James accompany her on a trip around Europe so that they could check out all the ancient archaeological sites that she had learned about. Both had worked for a couple of years after graduating, so had plenty of money saved up for their extended vacation.

  Right now, they were in a hotel bar in Novi Sad, a city in Serbia. She had initially had some trouble convincing James that anywhere in Eastern Europe was worth visiting, as he hadn’t believed that there could be anything interesting there at first, but he had finally acquiesced when he had read something on a website about Serbia being the birthplace of werewolves. Leah didn’t believe in supernatural things, but James was obsessed, constantly trying to convince everyone that things like werewolves and vampires really existed. ‘They do exist, Leah. You’ll see; I’m always right!’ he had said just last week.

  They had been in the country for a week now. After landing in Belgrade, they had spent two days there, and then headed east to visit Lepenski Vir; the most interesting site that Leah had learned about in her entire degree program. Then, they had headed northwest to Novi Sad. The hotel that they were staying at, called the Vuk, was quite nice, and very cheap compared to what they would have expected to pay back in Australia, where they both hailed from.

  Out of all the countries that they had visited so far, Serbia was Leah’s favorite… mostly because she found the men so attractive. It seemed like everywhere they went, there were tall, sexy men wandering around. Not only that; their accents drove her wild. Slavic accents were just so incredibly hot. She hadn’t told James that, though; he would have laughed at her and never let her hear the end of it. Then again, he’s the one who came here to try and find werewolves, she thought, a smile creeping across her face.

  As they ate their food and sipped their drinks, she looked around. The bar wasn’t very busy, even though it was past nine o’clock at night. As she turned her head back to Jimmy, she saw a group of young men enter the room and head straight to the bar. They all seemed excited about something, and she asked James to translate. She spoke very little Serbian, but he had managed to pick up quite a lot. He looked up from his camera, cocked his head to the side and listened for a moment.

  “Umm… it sounds like their football team won. At least, that’s what I think they’re talking about. Why?”

  “Oh. No reason, I was just wondering,” Leah replied, casting her eyes over the group.

  One man in particular stood out to her. He was tall and muscular with short dark hair, and when he turned his head to the side, she could see that he had piercing blue-green eyes. As she looked at him, she felt nervous all of a sudden. There’s something strange about him, she thought. But he’s sexy all the same. James followed her line of sight and sighed loudly.

  “Ah, so that’s why. You’ve decided to try and pick up some men, huh?”

  He grinned and playfully punched her arm.

  “Shut up! That’s not it,” she said, laughing.

  “It sounds like they’ve decided
to have a drinking competition to celebrate,” he said, still listening in on their conversation.

  “I haven’t played a drinking game since I was in high school,” Leah replied.

  “Well, considering how much you drink, I bet you could have a shot at winning anyway,” he teased.

  They finished their food and discussed their future travel plans, and after half an hour or so, the group of men started to get even louder and rowdier. James continued to listen.

  “Okay, they are challenging everyone to try and beat one of the guys in drinking a giant glass of beer. Whoever drinks it the fastest wins.”

  “Urgh. I haven’t had beer since high school either,” said Leah. As immature and girly as it sounded to James, she preferred fruity cocktails.

  “I dare you to go up against him,” James said, a devious twinkle in his eye.

  “No way!” she said, but before she could stop him, he got up and approached the men. In broken Serbian, he asked if any of them spoke English, because his friend would like to challenge them. One of the men answered him in perfect English.